"I love you!" he said rather loudly in her ear, raising his voice to be heard through the wind. "When will you marry me, dearest?"
"Oh, Lawrence, don't," she protested. "Some day, perhaps, or never. I don't know!"
"But you do love me a little, Elizabeth, don't you?"
"No, not a bit; I don't love you at all."
"But you would. I'd make you."
"How would you make me?"
He considered. "I don't know," he admitted lamely; "but I'd find a way, try me and see; it's not possible that I shouldn't find a way."
He was very sincere, that was the worst of it. His eyes glowed fondly at her behind his glasses.
"And, my dear, I could give you all you want," he added.
"All I want, Lawrence?"